"What, Jia She is here? What is he here to do? Are you seeing me dead or not?"

Jia Cong was so angry that he gritted his teeth at this cheap father, and looked irreconcilable.

For Jia Baoyu to fall into the pond, he beat his son to death. Is this still a father?

"Beast, evil! Do you dare to stay at home and stay still? Why don't you go to see the old lady quickly? Baoyu is still scared and talks nonsense now. The old lady is so anxious that she is crazy. She calls you and scolds me again. The sons are all going to die for me. You beast, eat me and drink mine, and turn around and want to harm me. Get out of here, you little beast!"

As soon as Jinque finished speaking, Jia She's angry curse came from the yard, which scared Jinque to the point of trembling all over and white with a little face.

"Young master...you...why is this good...if it doesn't work, please hide quickly..."

Jinque grabbed Jia Cong's sleeve and sobbed quietly, his eyes full of horror.

"Silly girl, look at you so scared, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, I have a way, Master."

Jia Cong was not sure. After all, this was the era of the Red Chamber, and it was an era when the father was the leader of the son, and the father was the son and the son was the one who dared not to die. Even if Jia She was a bastard or tyrannical, Jia Cong, as his son, could only bow down and obey his words.

They call this the rules.

Those who do not follow the rules will die in vain if they die.

"Beast, don't you get out yet, and ask me to come in and invite you in person?"

Jia She's angry curse came again in the yard. Jia Cong frowned and was about to walk out with his feet raised.

"Young Master... don't go... don't go..." Jinque pulled Jia Cong's sleeve and cried in a low voice, "Young Master... you should lie on the bed and pretend to be sick... You may let you go if you see him..."

"You can escape from the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Sooner or later, it's just like that. Master, I know in my heart, don't worry."

Jia Cong comforted Jinque a few words, then pulled his feet out and walked out. After only two steps, he thought about it, and hurriedly took out the bag of broken silver in his arms and handed it to Jinque: "Good girl, pack the silver quickly, wait for the young master, I will come back!"

After saying that, he held his head high and his chest out, pretended to be a hero who was generous and died and left.

Poor Jinque was holding the bag of broken silver and was so scared that she squatted in the corner of the wall and kept crying. She cried but didn't dare to cry out loud, so she had to cover her mouth with her hands, tears flowing all over her hands and body, and her eyes looking at Jia Cong were filled with deep worries.

Seeing her like this, Jia Cong was so moved: Is this ugly girl just so worried about me?

No, she is not ugly at all, she is the most beautiful and cute little maid in the Jia family!

Jia Cong couldn't help but reach out and touched Jinque's hair, and said softly: "Don't worry, young master, I'll have nothing to do. Just wait for me to come back in the house."

Jinque was so crying that he could not speak, so he could only keep nodding, which made Jia Cong feel mixed emotions. The little Queque now can only be described in one word:

Beautiful and charming.

"Beast, get out of here!"

Jia She's tyrannical roar came again, which was a big blow to the scene.

Jia Cong smiled slightly, turned his head and opened the curtain and walked out.

"Father...father...you call me?"

As soon as Jia Cong arrived in the yard, his heroic spirit disappeared. He was close to the wall, his thin body trembling constantly, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Jia She.

"Father...father...what do you have any instructions...child...child...I...I will definitely follow..."

Jia Cong asked in a trembling voice.

What a poor and sad young man.

Jia Cong gave his acting skills perfect scores, from his movements to his expressions, from his words to his eyes, they were impeccable.

He is not stupid. Even if he hates this cheap father in his heart, he will not show it.

This is called "a man who knows the times is a hero", and it is also called "a real man who can bend and stretch".

"Beast, you did a good thing! I'm hiding!"

When Jia She saw his pitiful look, he was stunned for a moment. Although he was still cursing, his tone was no longer as fierce as before.

"Father...there are all mistakes that are the son's fault...The son goes to the old lady to get the crime. The father suffered a huge grievance for nothing. The son must seek justice for his father, even if he is beaten to death by the old lady, he will have no regrets..."

Jia Cong looked at Jia She and said carefully.

"you……"

Jia She opened her mouth and wanted to scold Jia Cong for a few more words, but she couldn't explain why she felt relieved inexplicably and couldn't even scold her harsh words.

"Father... you are wronged..." Jia Cong stared at Jia She and spoke carefully and tried again: "Father... it's all my fault... the old lady is also anxious and confused, don't blame the old lady..."

After hearing this, Jia She's face felt a little softer. Jia Cong immediately took a look: "Father, if you say something thunderstorm, the old lady is too partial. She is just a Baoyu. No matter how big he is, he can still be older than his father, can you go? No matter how big you say, you are a first-class general. How honorable is in the court? What kind of Baoyu is, how can he scold his father for his prodigal son? Father, you are a pillar of our Jia family..."

Jia She's face became clearer and brighter. His eyes looked at Jia Cong with surprise: "Why is this kid so good at speaking today? Can dogs really spit out ivory? It seems that he was beaten up a few days ago and understood..."

"Father, don't bother with the old lady. She is a little confused when she is old. All of us point to you. It's all the child's fault. I'll go to the old lady to confess my guilt. Even if I'm beaten to death, I will never feel a little wronged. In the eyes of the old lady, how can our children with the second wife compare with those of the second wife?"

Jia Cong said this pitifully, tremblingly and then left.

"Fuck, it's nonsense! Where is our eldest house worse than the second house? Jia Zheng is always so mean, I have been unable to stand it for a long time. Cong'er, don't worry, let me see who dares to kill you today? My son, who else dares to kill you except me?"

Jia She shouted loudly, and his grievances were vented. He looked at Jia Cong now, and he liked him no matter how he looked at him. Even he was a little surprised: he wanted to kick this kid out in the intestine a few days ago, but why did he suddenly like him a little?

Humph, labor and capital are senior hrs, can’t they even analyze it through people’s hearts? Can’t they even provoke discord or bewitch people’s hearts?

Jia Cong thought to himself: It is his specialty to talk to others when he sees others and speaks to others when he sees others.

"Cong'er, go to the old lady and admit her mistake. I think they are all children from our Jia family. She will favor Baoyu's evil deeds and can't do anything to my child. Don't worry, just have a father to decide everything!"

Jia She blurted out. As soon as he said this, he was a little confused: When did he actually treat this kid as his son?
Chapter completed!